"Jiang Ziyu!"
A hurried cry echoed above the Di mansion.
Supported by the butler, the old lady arrived upstairs, her heart filled with anxiety.
Yuze stood by the door, his hand gripping Shen Lin's, filled with worry.
"What's going on? What happened to Ming Jue?" The old lady, trembling, approached the room and looked at Di Ming Jue, his head covered in silver needles.
Shen Lin wasn't entirely clear about the situation either. He had arrived at the Di mansion that morning to pick up Di Ming Jue for work. As he was about to go downstairs, he suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted. That cry was uttered just before he lost consciousness.
After heating the idle silver needles, Jiang Ziyu began to insert them into Di Ming Jue's cheeks.
From extremely fine needles to those as thick as a little finger, Di Ming Jue's entire head was covered. At first glance, everyone watching felt the pain.
The old lady clutched her chest, her grip tightening on her cane.
"Oh, heavens, please protect him!"
Jiang Ziyu turned to look at the old lady, who was praying sincerely, and inserted the last two fine needles into Di Ming Jue's eyelids.
Once all the needles were used, she adjusted the silver needles on his scalp, ensuring they were in the correct positions, and then turned to walk out the door.
"Ziyu, why did Ming Jue suddenly lose consciousness again?" The old lady dropped her cane and firmly grasped Jiang Ziyu's palm.
He had lain in bed for three years, and after finally waking up and being able to live like a normal person, becoming a vegetative state again would be the end of her, this old woman's life.
"Grandmother, please don't worry. It might be because his nerves can't withstand the changes in his body functions during the process of vision recovery, causing him to feel dizzy. I've already inserted needles to adjust his breathing and brain nerves."
"You're saying Ming Jue can see?"
Jiang Ziyu nodded.
Yesterday's brief recovery of his vision was enough to prove that the toxins in his body were slowly dissipating. If the subsequent needle treatments continued without interruption, his vision would recover to normal within three days.
In that case, should she also make some changes?
As Jiang Ziyu looked back at Di Ming Jue in the room, her gaze lingered on Shen Lin for a few seconds.
Not only Shen Lin, but Di Ming Jue had also seen her before. However, three years had passed, would he still remember her appearance?
Her fingers on her knees twitched, and Jiang Ziyu immediately walked towards Di Ming Jue.
The old lady's heart leaped into her throat. Her inner tension and fear made her hesitant to enter.
Jiang Ziyu removed the silver needles from Di Ming Jue's eyelids. Di Ming Jue's eyelids fluttered, and he slowly opened them.
"Di Ming Jue, can you see?" Jiang Ziyu crouched in front of the wheelchair. "If you can, hold my hand."
The hand on his knee slowly lifted, and Di Ming Jue's fingers rested on the back of Jiang Ziyu's hand.
"Don't rush. Look slowly. Don't try to see everything clearly at once," Jiang Ziyu said, holding his hand and advising him.
Di Ming Jue nodded. He closed his eyes to rest for a few seconds, then opened them again.
Everything before him seemed covered in a layer of hazy mist, and he could only see the general outlines.
Watching his eyeballs move back and forth, Jiang Ziyu released Di Ming Jue's hand, stood up, and began to remove the needles from his head.
"My good grandson! You must be alright!" The old lady, trembling, approached Di Ming Jue.
Di Ming Jue raised his hand to respond to the old lady. This time, he could accurately locate them with his eyes.
The old lady, wiping away tears of excitement, looked at Jiang Ziyu with gratitude. She held Jiang Ziyu's hand, linking it with Di Ming Jue's.
Yuze spontaneously moved closer to them.
Di Ming Jue saw a blurry mass and opened his arms towards the blurry figure.
"Qianqian, come!"
Yuze extended his hand, waiting for Di Ming Jue to pull him into an embrace.
Jiang Ziyu watched the intimate pair, her heart filled with a complex mix of emotions.
If Di Ming Jue knew about their existence, what would he do?